Urban Sage System

Chapter 614 The Dance of Death
On the opposite side, the god of death saw that Yang Ting blocked his invincible scythe with a pair of fists, his face was gloomy, and he was very displeased!

"Your performance is somewhat beyond my expectation." Death looked at Yang Ting and said coldly.

"Your performance was within my expectation." Yang Ting also shot back with a smile.

The Grim Reaper's eyes froze, and his expression became colder.

"You have the qualifications for me to take it seriously." Death said.

Then, the sickle in his hand waved again!

Circles of black evil spirit condensed in the air, and each cloud of evil spirit was the condensation of countless human lives!

"Dance of Death!" The God of Death yelled angrily!

The sickle waved, and the sky was black!
It was as if the whole world had turned into a black hell!
call!
With the dancing of the sickle, a black whirlwind blew up in this place, a black whirlwind composed of evil spirits!

In the black whirlwind, there seems to be a dead soul entangled!
And those circular trajectories formed by the black evil spirit stagnated there one by one!
Six black circles, like six doors leading to hell!

"Next, you have to prepare to surrender your life!" The cold voice of Death sounded, like a messenger from hell, announcing the judgment from hell!

Yang Ting looked at those black circles with solemn eyes, and he felt a dangerous atmosphere from them!
This portal seems to have the same place as the portal of hell that appeared when I recited the mantra last time, but it seems to be deeper than that!
Then, Yang Ting's eyes froze!
That sneering Grim Reaper disappeared!
At the same time, the six dark portals became darker and more gloomy!
Oh oh oh!
Moo!
!
A dark voice came from inside!

One sound, disturbing people's minds!
"What is this? Where are these voices coming from?

Could it be that these six black circles really lead to another world?
The cultural differences between the East and the West also lead to differences in the fictional world of hell!
That way, his circle, is not the six reincarnations of the East, but something else?

Yang Ting didn't know, and didn't have time to think about it, because the god of death had disappeared!

Now he is facing attack at any time!

call!
"Huh?" A slight tremor sounded from behind!

Yang Ting moved his feet, and Lingbo's microsteps quickly moved to the extreme, and his body moved out sideways!
Swish!
And at the place where Yang Ting stayed, a huge afterimage of a sickle appeared!

Because of Yang Ting's quick departure, this fatal blow ended up in vain!
However, this is not the end, but the beginning!
"I see how many times you can dodge!" Death's indifferent voice sounded again.

And after the huge sickle phantom appeared, his figure disappeared again, hiding in the six black circles.

call!
There was another sound of a sickle piercing through the air, and a sickle cut towards Yang Ting's neck!
"My favorite thing to do is beheading! You Huaxia claim to be the descendants of the dragon, so let me slay the dragon!" The god of death was indifferent, his voice was cold!

The black sickle seemed to split the sky into two halves!

Look at the scythe coming quickly!

Back off again!

However, before he took a step back, the scythe appeared from behind him again!

Yang Ting couldn't dodge this time!

The fist in his hand that used the real dragon boxing technique bombarded away again!

boom!
The sickle was blasted away!

However, before Yang Ting could catch his breath, the sickle that disappeared from the black circle on the left reappeared on Yang Ting's right, and the sickle became even more urgent!

Yang Ting had no choice but to block with his fist again.

The sky is full of shadows of scythes, and the gods of death are everywhere!

These black circles are like transfer stations, the guy holding the sickle can shuttle freely in them without any hindrance!

Yang Ting can only be passively beaten and defended, even if he wants to have a good fight!

However, while being overwhelmed with annoyance, I was also rejoicing in my heart. Fortunately, the god of death was held back by me, targeting me. If this kind of scene appeared in the melee battle circle, this guy with a scythe would really be worthy of his name. Become the god of death, responsible for harvesting life!
call!
There was another sound of piercing through the air, and then, the sickle cut towards Yang Ting's waist again!

Every time is so fatal, every time is so vicious!
"Don't dare to come out and fight!" Yang Ting was furious!
As the battle progressed, his reaction speed became slower and slower, but the opponent had no impact at all!
"You are not my opponent. Compared with fighting with you, seeing you scrambling to survive under my scythe is more fun to me!" Death's triumphant voice sounded, and he wanted to bully Yang Ting.

Yang Ting clenched his fist tightly!

The sky pupil has already opened!

"True Vision!" Yang Ting shouted angrily in his heart!

However, there is no change. Under the eyes of true sight, these black circles are no different from those seen with the naked eye!
"Broken!" Yang Ting yelled again!

However, it is still the same, these black circles are filled with wisps of yin energy, and there are some dead souls wandering in them!
Each circle is like a big black well!

"It doesn't work to break the delusion!" Yang Ting was puzzled!
call!
The black sickle appeared again, this time it slashed down from the sky, like a sky knife!
Because of using the sky pupil, Yang Ting was distracted, so this time Yang Ting couldn't dodge in time!

One step too late!
The shoulder was cut!
A large piece of meat on the shoulder was cut off directly!

A lot of blood flowed out!
"It's really not easy to make you bleed!" The god of death appeared, his voice was still cold!

"It's now! Tiantong, suppress the soul!" Seeing the God of Death appearing, Yang Ting didn't care about the pillars of blood on his shoulders, and the Tiantong soul suppressing technique decisively attacked!

The originally black and white eyes, when Yang Ting called out Soul Rescue, the black pupils turned into a deep blue color, like a deep sea, and like a starry sky!
In Yang Ting's pupils, when the blue light lit up, the indifferent eyes of the god of death who appeared changed immediately, as if he was instantly fixed by someone, and seemed to be trapped in a maze.

"Death!" The moment when I saw the god of death being fixed by myself!
Yang Ting shouted angrily, and then jumped up!
The fist in his hand glowed with golden light again!

boom!
He punched out, towards Death's head!
"How dare you!" When Yang Ting's fist was about to hit him, the God of Death finally recovered from the loss, and shouted violently!
At this moment, even if he has the shuttle function of the black passage, it is too late to dodge!

I had no choice but to hold the sickle in both hands and wave it suddenly!
The huge blade blocked Yang Ting's attack!

This time, Yang Ting did not confront him head-on!

The direction of the fist changed again, avoiding the edge of the sickle, and punched him in the chest!
boom!
Death was punched out!
At the same time, those six black circles suddenly collapsed as if they had exhausted their energy!

(End of this chapter)